…It’s Saturday, you’re definitely not trying to work out, but the thought of a button and zippers sounds (and feels!) like death by a million paper cuts:
Good thing you’ve got your pearl croakies, AMIRITE? This look is simple in execution but complicated in meaning; the gist is that you are a very fancy lady (robe coat), who cares about the well-being of animals (teddy-bear faux fur), does not carry very much around (small, expensive handbag), but still appreciates kicking it back with people (millennials) who take yoga at Sky Ting, wear Outdoor Voices and drink Moon Juice-branded ashwaganda powder. The earrings are important because they connote your unwillingness to work out and thus cancel the efficacy of your sweatshirt.
Glad we did this.
…It’s Sunday and you’re ready to put on clothes again:
The no button and zipper sanction has been lifted and you want to get dressed for you today. I get it, I’m right there with you. If you’re at all sympathetic towards my proclivities, what you’ll note is that I have obviously been bit by the Balenciaga/Vetements bug. I’m annoyed that it happened, but this is the year of Doing Whatever the F My Heart Wants Me to Do, so if it says neck drawstrings and white, patent-leather kitten heel boots, so be it, I shall comply.
I do also think I’m onto something with the high ponytail anti-aging correlation.
…You time-traveled back to Saturday night and remembered you have going-out plans for the first time since 2014:
No? Just me? Well! I forgot how to dress for a NIGHT OUT because my nights out usually involve 5 p.m. sushi and a movie in sweatpants, but here’s a jog that will not burn calories in the form of a mini dress, light overcoat and platform sandals worn with tights. I should have paired the look with these shoes, but there will be another opportunity — possibly even before 2019. I don’t know.
Photos by Krista Anna Lewis.